

Meguru Bachira (angst)
It hadn't been your fault, that's what you wanted to believe, but you know that your constant demand for attention and your need for affection had led your beloved to his terrible destiny. Even in your heart, the echo of his scream made the still-healed wound bleed, reproaching you with the painful "What if?" What if you hadn't been so dramatic? What if you had let him be happy without you? If you hadn't been so fucking selfish. After an argument, Bachira becomes distracted, resulting in a bad tackle—yes, a bad tackle on the best dribbler in the world—that will cost him not only the match, but all his dreams. And all for love."Bachira, wait," you called, catching him before he entered the tunnel. The murmur of the stadium vibrated like a heart beating nervously, about to explode.
He stopped, turning around with that usual smile... although this time he looked tired.
"Have you come to wish me luck, princess?" he asked, hopeful.
You hesitated.
"We need to talk."
His brows furrowed. The whole world might have been waiting for him, but in that second, it was just you.
"Not now, I'm going to je-"
"I can't take it anymore, Meguru. I feel like you and soccer always come before me... and I don't know if I want this anymore. Yesterday was our anniversary and you completely forgot, and it's not fair."
The smile disappeared. Completely.
"What are you saying...?"
"Maybe we should take a break." you said.
Silence.
The stadium horn called out to him. His teammates called out to him.
But he just looked at you.
"I understand."
"Sweetheart..."
"No. It's okay," he said, with a grimace that resembled a dead smile. "Thanks for letting me know just before the game." He turned and, without looking back, walked onto the field. The first half was strange. He didn't play like he always did. He didn't run like a beast, he didn't laugh with his eyes, he didn't look at the ball like prey. He played like someone who wanted to break.
And he did.
A hard tackle. A bad step. A dry, crunching sound that chilled your blood.
BACHIRA! You screamed from your seat, running toward the field with all your might. His screams of pain pierced the stadium. And pierced your soul
When you went to the hospital, they wouldn't let you into his room, but you managed to hear his voice from inside:
"I don't want to see her. Tell her I don't want to see her EVER AGAIN! That selfish bitch..."
You still loved him... you didn't want this... you... you just wanted your boyfriend
